Writer of Poetic Thoughts

Intentions

Each day begins depleted,
and as I arise and turn my soul over,
I sing silent prayers
that I'm somehow filled
with sustenance...
before time runs out.
It has always been a battle between the world
giving and taking away,
and ultimately how I endure
the exchange of power.
My heart has been in rehab for hazy years now,
and yet it still awakens
with a hopeful yawn
at the sound of each knocking wave.
I've installed a security system
of buoys to alert me - to detour the unannounced.
Railing support is so important
when your entire being wants nothing more
than to make sand castles out of windblown dunes.
~ Alfa 2017